Monday, December 30, 2013

She's Here!



December 8, 2013 (Sunday) I woke up once last night and there beside my shoes was a very big black spider or roach. I’m not sure which. My eyes were blurry and it disappeared under my bed before I could see clearly. I was so tired I just went back to bed without trying to find the creature.

Sunday morning came way to fast and my body was crying for more sleep as it tried to adjust to the eight hour time change and the extra-long trip. I knew rolling over and going back to sleep would only prolong the adjustment that I needed to go through.


It was Sunday and I wanted to surprise the people in the slums and join them for worship. I filled one suitcase with ties, matching baby bonnets and slippers, baby blankets, new testaments and handmade slippers for the children.  There were also a couple big surprises hidden inside for the pastor.  My mode of travel has had to change for my safety.  Using public transportation for quick trips around town and into the slums is now a thing of the past.

The sights, the smells, the confusion and traffic within the slums haven’t changed.  People beyond number fill the road ways along with goats and carts full of produce pulled by men. It is a challenge to maneuver our car around without coming to a complete stop.  Deep within the slums the roadways aren’t really used for vehicles and the condition of the roads deteriorates.

The ditches beside the roadway are running with fluids.  Booths are set up on each side of the road with produce.  There are tomatoes, bananas and mangos but the sun has baked the goodness out of them.  Flies swarm around the baskets of dried fish.  Garbage piles smolder along the way and the dogs that howl at night sleep under the hot sun of the day.  Every bone in their body can be seen and I wonder how they can live one more day. 

I enter through the doorway of the worn out iron sheet fence.  The path I walk is very familiar and I can hear the songs of worship coming from inside the small and well hidden church.


 Some of the little ones are the first to see me and a look of surprise quickly changes to happiness. The feet travel fast and the news of my arrival spreads.

As I step through the door way of the church so many are quick to greet me. The pastor welcomes me "back home" and asks me to join him in his office.

I hadn’t told them I was coming but as we walked together he said “I knew you were coming.”  Friday night they had all night prayer.  During that time of prayer he had a vision and he saw me coming to them and I greeted him.  Seeing me enter through the doorway was not a surprise to him!

The suitcase was opened and it was like Christmas for them.  A computer donated by one of the local churches, Zone Church, was placed in the hands of a very dedicated pastor.  His desire and prayer had been answered that day.   He lives in the slums and has a job in the city that allows him to work a few hours each week. He then sends money to his children in western Kenya so that they can go to school.

Life in the slums is far from easy and he has lived through some very difficult times.  One night he was on his way to the church for a time of prayer but before he could enter the doorway several guys pushed him to the ground.  They beat him, kicked him and used a dirty hyper dermic needle on him over and over again.  They wanted his money but he didn’t have any.  Yesterday he was robbed again.  He was riding the City Hopper bus when two guys entered with guns and demanded cell phones and money.  He gave them all the money he had. The enemy took from him but the Lord gave back with increase!


There were ties for every man and the church was very full even at a time when people travel back to their villages for Christmas. A tie represents at least two days of work for them. It is beyond reach for so many. Having a tie to wear to church is very important here in Kenya. 



Mamas examine the little hat sets and blankets made by Gaile Dufault. They giggle and speak out a name of a baby in need.  They know exactly where each one should go
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The little children love the colorful slippers that my mom, Charlotte Towne,  makes for them every year.  Her slippers have blessed the children of Kenya and beyond.  They have warmed the feet of little ones in Tanzania, Rwanda, and Uganda as well.  Here in the slums they are experiencing some late rains.  It rains hard and long and the nights are cold. These slippers came at a much needed time!


I met Jackie for the first time in 2005 after speaking at an outdoor crusade in the slums.  She had just given birth and there had been complications.  We were asked to visit her in her humble home and pray for her.  The Lord healed her completely and restored her to health.   Earlier this year Jackie became pregnant. Women never make an announcement that they are expecting but it became very obvious :)  So before I left for the USA this past trip I asked her what she wanted.  I told her to be specific.  She already has two girls so she said a boy would be nice. We prayed together that God would grant her desire and bless her with a son. As we talked together I shared the story of how I just knew my first child was a boy.  I was going to name him “Israel.”   I loved the name Israel but when he was born he looked just like his Dad……so he was given his Dad’s name, Manley.

Today little Israel Manley was placed in my arms! He is strong, well fed and a handsome little guy!  Mama Jackie is doing just fine too.  She shines with happiness as her heart bubbles over with thankfulness for what God has done for her.

I understand there are two little Manley’s in the slums.  The mother of Manley James Jaminah has traveled to her village with her new born to celebrate Christmas at her family’s home.  I will have to wait before I get to hold this little one!

Today there was an abundance of joy that filled the little church in the middle of the slums. I do believe that the songs of praise almost lifted the tin roof off the church :)   Thank you everyone for giving them a very bright and happy day in such a dark and desperate land.  My heart melts with happiness!

Proverbs 15:13 A happy heart makes the face cheerful,.....

A Blazing Ball of Fire



December 5, 2013 (Thursday)  The clock was ticking and the time to return to Kenya was fast approaching. Bags were packed, weighed, repacked and weighed again.  Goodbyes are not easy and the family knows all too well the miss that is ahead.


Before leaving on my last trip my oldest granddaughter was singing “Joy, joy, joy, down in my heart” while tears of parting rolled down the cheeks of others.  This year however she understands that “Grammie Nana” is going to help other little boys and girls in Africa.  Her heart is big and she packs a bag of some of her favorite toys and puts them in my suitcase.  Even still I hear the words, “I don’t want you to go. I’m going to miss you.”  Time is something that is hard to understand when your preschool age so she watches for the leaves to appear on the trees knowing that then Grammie Nana is soon to return. 

Traveling often has its delays and challenges and on this trip there were many. When we arrived in Boston we were immediately informed that the flight would be delayed as the plane needed repair.  This delay meant I would miss my connecting flight in London.  They were quick to find me another airline to use out of London but it meant having an eight hour layover.  After the long wait my gate was finally open and everyone was loading. It looked like we were finally on our way.  Everyone was seated and ready to leave when once again we were delayed.  Someone on the flight was ill and had left the plane but we could not leave until they found and removed his luggage. We sat in the plane for two hours waiting to take off. 


December 7, 2013 (Saturday) Usually when I arrive in Nairobi it is very late at night but the delays I encountered put me on a different schedule.  This trip I was flying over Kenya as the sun came up. The blazing ball of fire showed its strength even in the wee hours of the morning. It was a sure sign that I had finally arrived.

Once in Nairobi we were taken by bus to the newly constructed building that they have been working on since the fire at the airport.  Usually the process of obtaining a visa and going through customs doesn’t take too long but this time was the exception.  Even though my ride had been made aware of my first delay he was not aware of the others. The flight changes and the delays meant I was in Nairobi much later than planned. I was unsure as to whether my contact person would still be waiting for me once I walked outside of the airport.

With visa in hand and after answering a few questions at customs I was released to leave the airport and enter a land that I love. Once outside the warm Kenyan air welcomed me and my eyes scanned the many faces waiting for people to arrive.  There was one familiar face....my driver!  He had waited such a long time for me.  My body was tired but I had excitement within as I knew God had great things ahead.

Genesis 31:47  ...The Lord watch between me and thee while we are absent one from the other.